Chums rubbing bums

Chums rubbing bums!
To the hell with social distancing!
That's your problem, not ours!
You guys didn't care,
Our freedom we also don't share,
We enjoy our littered eat,
You stare at yours in loo's seat,
You aren't as neat
as you may think,
Our nose is still pink
despite all the shitty job,
Stenchiest poo is loaded in your knob,
Despite the proof of your evolved brain,
All appears to go down the drain!

Now and Then

Then, dew-kissed youth fed by nourishing spring.
Now, sun-kissed old age forged in the furnace of summers.
Then, kiss of life, love and living.
Now, kiss of death and decay.
Mother's kisses are simply kisses,
Just that our ego fumes and hisses!

A fading golden smile

I was once luscious red,
Now the colours get shed,
Spring dews nourished me,
Delightful to see,
Now the colours turn pale,
Youth, how thou sail!
Sadistically sun-kissed and old,
Death takes me in its fold,
I but hold with grace,
My wise, toothless smile up for a brace,
Earlier only my skin used to glow,
Now the entire self in mystical flow,
I choose to smile till last,
Let the summer sun go crazy with blast,
I arrived with smile on my lips,
Now the entire soul takes divine sips.

Love for Thugs and Bugs

The rabid Chinese communist thugs,

And fundamentalist Islamic bugs,

Will tatter and tear

the majestic carpet to bloodied rugs,

Don't take their bait,

Don't engage them in hate,

At level theirs don't fight,

For it'll be devil's delight,

Love is the sole remedy against the bug,

Go, give them a sweet hug,

Goodness lies in every human heart,

Only on the surface bad doth dart,

May be they will realise,

It's the only harmless weapon

to cut the devil to a decent size,

Civil disobedience against

the Chinese communist thugs,

A loving embrace

to the blinded suicidal Islamic bugs,

Only this will quell the doom,

Or be ready for the devil's boom!

The Last Baobab

Not all is well,

Another Baobab fell,

The millennial old sages,

Mother's blessing arms for ages,

They now bid a sad bye,

Her blessings withdraw with a sigh!

A cozily safe smile somewhere

The Spring's traces last,
Hot summers approaching fast,
Languid notes in the air,
A solitary bird's forlorn chirping
for its musical share,
Drowned in stillness
this late morning bright and fair,
Sky's dull blue,
Spread with some mystical clue,
But a smaller world is there,
The overall lethargy cannot reach where,--
In its self-defined world
in a corner tiny,
The luscious wild flower
still stands brave and shiny!